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... e small village that had just been humiliated and brutalized by the Dutch.
The villagers were gathering the bodies of their clansmen who had been shot down. Blood still streaked the ground in dark, sticky lines. They worked in silence, grief weighing on their shoulders like wet sand. Their minds were numb. No one spoke of what would happen tomorrow, because none of them could imagine one.
Then someone looked up toward the sea.
The great black ship had come back.
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